How high is it?

I don't know!

Is the ambition still long?

I don't know. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I'm afraid that Han Xian's closed eyes, which are high and high, already represent the crippled mind!

The black with the eyes closed is not terrible, what is terrible is that the body and mind are trapped by heavy sorrow and grief inside and outside, and it is the black derived from them that brings Han Xian, a tired man, into his command.

What is the face behind the thunder light curtain, and why does it have the same face as Han Xian.

Han Xian's roar is right, that is the demon, that is the inner demon, anyone who touches the edge of the electric curtain, as long as his intention is enough, he will see his own demon.

You may smash the face like yourself, and then this world will make way for you.

Han Xian, who had enough intentions, touched it first, but he did fall asleep at the touch of it, and after the heart demon sneered, his body was so cold that it turned black.

This darkness is the beginning of all evil.

This black is the shadow of death, he is staring at Han Xian with a very cold smile, and he is following step by step from beginning to end, rushing to the sky with this Han Xian.

At this moment, he still doesn't give up, is it a delusion to follow Han Xian into the ground?

No.

He's not following, he's pushing Han Xian into the ground.

"Whew~~~. ”

The wind roared in his ears and fell, and Han Xian was falling.

But at this moment, he really can't squeeze a trace of Dao power from the star map to stop the fall of the life, and what is even more sad is that he has forgotten to squeeze when he falls into the darkness.

How far did Han Xian rush out?

It must be far, far away, it has already touched the edge of the electric curtain heart demon sky, this is far to the end, but the distance that should have been happy has indeed become the greatest sorrow at this moment.

This long distance is enough to kill Han Xian.

Under the thousands of miles of grievances, the land of Houde is quietly waiting for Han Xian to throw herself into her arms.

This embrace must be warm, it must be able to warm Han Xian to the point of melting, but the virtue of the earth is too thick, and Han Xian's blessing is too thin.

If this is too thin to carry this too thick, the end must be that the body and spirit will be destroyed until the soul returns to hell.

Is this going to die?

The Grim Reaper was looming white teeth and told Han Xian with great certainty: "You are dead." ”

But Han Xian was still not at peace before he died, and on the already withered body, there were traces of blood on the haggard gold paper face.

Where do they come from?

It was left by the wind, and it was also left by Han Xian chasing the wind.

This must be heaven and earth punishing those who disobey again, sending down a gale of wind, tearing the shadows to pieces, and the skin was cut by the wind, and in an instant, Han Xian's body was pulled out of blood marks.

Even if Han Xian could remain immortal under the wind crack, the earth Houde who was waiting for him could still make up for it and kill him.

If no one rescues him, Yiyang will stay this life.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind roared, and in an instant, Han Xian knew by himself that every step of the day was a difficult effort, but now the fall was indeed easy to painful.

is like a wanderer who has been away from home for too long, timid and anxious.

And the mother of the earth must have missed Han Xian too much, and she spared no effort to call, Han Xian's body fell and exploded with blood, and even the boss was dragged out of his body.

"Whew~~. ”

I don't know how long it took, but under the call of the efforts of the earth Houde, Han Xian successfully dragged his dilapidated body out of the thick fog of grievance.

The earth is just under the head.

Han Xian, who sharpened his head and rushed up, must not have thought that this time he would indeed sharpen his head and hit the ground again, so how deep could he hit?

It is certain that this sharpened head can only hit a small pit at most, and this must be lucky, because with his own efforts the day after tomorrow, the pit of buried bones was left, but if it hits the broken wall, ask if the head is hard or the wall is hard, after Han Xian's body turns into powder, the wall may fall.

Although his head was left behind by the wall, Han Xian's soul would definitely be able to go underground for thousands of miles and go straight to hell without looking back, and then he would really die.

Are you really going to die?

Is there really no one to save them?

Is there really no one in Yiyang?

And also!

And he is still alive, who is he? He is a Zen monk who has been immersed in the past and cannot extricate himself from it.

He was still alive, and it was too simple to catch Han Xian's body at this moment with his cultivation.

Maybe it may not be that simple, but one thing is certain, at least he can guarantee that Han Xian did not touch his head to the ground in humiliation and fall to his death.

What kind of past events can make the compassionate monk so unconscious?

But no matter what, he can't think about it at this moment, in a moment of slowness, in a short time, Han Xian may have hit the ground with his head, and it is more likely that he will hit the top of the monk's head impartially.

If this is the case, then hell or bliss must be added with two souls of sorrow and sighing.

Wake up, even if it's not for Han Xian himself, but for your monk himself, you have to wake up, if you are hit by someone, you will definitely rot into a lump of meat.

"Hey~~. ”

Where does this sigh come from?

It was not the sound of the dark taunt of heaven and earth, it was really from the mouth of the Great Compassion Monk, who must have been alarmed by the whistling and wailing wind above his head.

He woke up, he woke up from the past.

Look up, look up, as long as you look up, you can see the life and death of Han Xian, a person destined for Buddhism, with your great compassion, with the great benevolence and great virtue of Buddha, God and Bodhisattva, Han Xian's dilapidated body will definitely be taken over.

"Amitabha, good, good~~. ”

'Hehe, Han Xian must be able to live, the Amitabha Buddha in the mouth of a Zen monk must have discovered Han Xian, and this goodness must be to save Han Xian. ’

'It must be so, for sure!!

But slowly, under the eyes of heaven and everyone, the Buddhas, gods, bodhisattvas, and monks with great compassion and great benevolence are actually retreating a minute.

He wants to run?

He's running!

In front of everyone's eyes, under the gaze of Tianmu, his body was actually hiding for a minute.

Don't save?

The monk was running, he was trying to avoid the evil to avoid Han Xian's middle hand, but at this moment, the distance he escaped was to ensure that the top of his head would not suffer.

Don't you save it?

The body of the monk bald donkey was completely immersed in the bleak mist of resentment, and there was no trace of it, just like the monk bald donkey had never been here.

Is it really not saved?

Is it true that you can't save yourself when you die?

Did you really abandon Han Xian's life and death and send him to hell?

Really, everything is true, the Buddha really hugged the Bodhisattva and took the monk and ran away, they ran away with their mouths full of 'good, good', the monk ran away, the bald donkey ran away ruthlessly and unjustly.

It was a thief man and woman.

They ran away, but Han Xian was still falling!

Really, does Han Xian's blessing really want to carry the virtue of the earth, and does he really want to leave his soul alone and throw himself into the hell of bliss?

Really, Han Xian, who had his eyes closed at the moment, was covered in blood, and his body and mind were dark, he must not want to.

In the dark, he must have hated and roared: "The bald donkey should be damned, the bald donkey is a false monk with false benevolence and righteousness, he must not be able to enter the Elysium, and what awaits him must be the eighteenth layer of Abhi Hell." ”

"Ah~~. ”

Abrupt to eerie delight.

Whose roar, is there anyone in Yiyang, or is Han Xian already awake?

No, there was silence all around, this place was empty and no one visited, and those closed eyes showed that Han Xian did not wake up from beginning to end.

This is a conjecture, a conjecture of heaven and earth, and a conjecture of Han Xian who is about to die.

Is it useful to hate and yell in the dark?

Let the body stop, if Han Xian can be sober at this moment, he will definitely regret it, because he still has ambitions that have not been rewarded, and the reincarnation of the four clans of Yiyang has not been reshaped, and there is still no love for Rong Ruo.

Is it all going to be empty?

Regret is indeed contributing to people's indomitable progress, but it is not starting all over again.

But at this time, how sad it is to move forward, it is the death of the brain and blood splashing on the ground, and the death of the soul returning to the nine shadows.

Regret can't change anything.

Yiyang is really no one except Han Xian, is Yiyang really extinct except for the fake benevolent and righteous monk who has run away?

Ask Cangtian, who will save Han Xian?

"Ah~~. ”

The roar started again, this time it was still from the conjecture of heaven and earth, or from the conjecture of Han Xian's checkmate?

It's not, it's not!

The silence of Yiyang has been shattered into slag by this anxious roar, and someone has finally come to visit this forgotten ruined city, and there is more than one person coming, it should be a group.

Which of them will save Han Xian, and who among them will be able to save Han Xian?

Ten dusty faces were squeezed out of Yiyang's deep mist of resentment.

None of them stopped, all of them rushed towards Han Xian, they all wanted to save Han Xian, among them there were pear blossoms with rain, among them there were gloomy sad faces, and among them there was relief and sadness.

Who are they?

It is Xiao Wangzhi, it is the Wenzi period, it is the Moon Emperor Chu Xin, and it is Qin Mu Rongruo.

This woman is finally safe, no one by the side of the Moon Emperor dares to blatantly hurt her, Rong Ruo followed behind the flying team, and the veil covered the face, it seemed to be the entourage behind the hidden people, she was just following.

The roars all exploded from Xiao Wangzhi's mouth.

"First!"

He is the master, he is the master, he is the father, he is the master who came late, his voice can touch Han Xian's body, but his hand a hundred meters away must not touch Han Xian's body.

It's too far away.

They fluttered and their eyes widened.

Looking, looking at Han Xian's head was only a foot off the ground.

They should close their eyes, because in the next moment this head, this body, should be broken.

Those who closed their eyes closed their eyes, Wen Ziqi closed his eyes in grief and sighs, and Chu Xin closed his eyes in gloomy sadness, but Rong Ruo's eyes were indeed open with a bright light.

They stopped, they gave up.

Do you want to see the death of the enemy who exterminated the clan?

Or do you want to remember the face of your lover?

The gauze cover covered up too much color, and the tears did not fall, but God knows if Rong Ruo's heart was already full of tears, did he cry?

Crying!

But God knows what this is for?

But in the Wenzi period, after Chu Xin gave up and stopped, Rong Ruo didn't stop there, this entourage had already come out of the emperor, and he still flew towards Han first.

And at this moment, Xiao Wangzhi opened his eyes, that was his apprentice, would he die in front of him, his heart was roaring: "Impossible, impossible." ”

But this 'impossible' is really just a roar from a hundred feet away, and Han Xian is about to land in the next moment.

"Ah~~. ”

The body moves like a dragon, and the body moves not a dragon.

"Tiance" is in the present way, Xiao Wangzhi disappeared, this hundred zhang long distance, he disappeared out of thin air, is it squeezed into the space mezzanine, is it teleportation?

The speed path that the eye can't catch is called teleportation, and now it should be called flash.

Together, together, all together.

Hundreds of zhang are one, Xiao Wang's tread is reached, and these hands finally replace the virtue of the earth to carry Han Xian's blessing.

"Poof~~~~. ”

The knee hit the ground and blood was flying.